# She Was Buried Beneath the Snow. He Was Buried Beneath the Truth.

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“It still is when you are arguing with hospital staff.”

I looked toward the chair near the wall.

My backpack sat there, dry and closed.

My brown coat was missing.

“Your belongings are safe,” Evelyn said.

“My coat was with the dogs.”

“It still is.”

“Good.”

She studied me for a moment.

“You were dangerously hypothermic, Mr. Avery.”

“I’ve felt worse.”

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